Well, Picasso went through a "blue period". Guess I'm going through a green one. Here's another military inspired one.
Trauma
He'll never admit it, but
It happened.
He'll never tell you, but
He was there.
That's why his eyes are always on the move,
Scanning for something just beyond you.
The only job he's ever had was to
find and kill the enemy.
Ripped away.
Now he can not even shop for food.
The enemy could be around the corner.
Any corner.
Behind the deli counter.
The other side of the milk cooler.
He knows the enemy is here.
He just doesn't know what it is.
He used to.
It was simple then.
Awareness heightened.
Senses raw.
Emotions hidden, tucked away
In a locked box for safe keeping.
(does he even have the key anymore?)
A dropped box, an explosion.
A slammed door, a fired weapon. A loud sneeze, a death scream.
All violent reminders of...
....then.
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